A means can be justified only by its end. But the end in its turn needs to be justified.

So here we have an angry little baby in the foreground, and a toddler doing his best Olga Korbut impression in the background. For some reason, Henry seems compelled from some external force to forward roll, forward roll, forward roll! It matters not that there is a baby in front, a box of lego, an innocent father; the only thing that matters is the forward roll.

I sometimes wish that life were that simple for me.